[This, he thinks, is what he loves about this relationship, the fact that he and Cisco can be so emotionally open with each other, that for Eddie it's easy to freely express his affections, his love, easy to find the words...and even when it isn't so easy, he feels comfortable enough, secure enough, to try even when it's awkward. That for Cisco, he can say them, even if he struggles a little to show such vulnerable feelings, such delicate emotions. Eddie knows how hard it is for Cisco to expose things like this, like what he's saying now. That there are parts of himself that feel too fragile and delicate to lay bare like this. It makes it mean so much when Cisco does it, shows Eddie through his effort to speak the words the depth to which he cares about Eddie and trusts him not to reject him, not to throw those words back in his face, not to use them as weapons to hurt him.

Cisco's hands keep moving over the sewing machine, turning the wheel and flirting his thumb against the sharp tip of the needle, and Eddie can see in the way he moves how much he likes it. The last vestiges of tension leave Eddie's body and when Cisco drops his hands and steps closer to him, he exhales again, closes the gap between them to lean against Cisco's side, turns his head and ducks it to kiss the crown of Cisco's head.

And when Cisco asks if he made him something and it wasn't hideous, if he would wear it, Eddie smiles. It's abrupt and bright and warm and he brings his arm around Cisco's shoulders to squeeze, a sort of sideways hug.]

Are you kidding? I would absolutely love it if you made me something to wear. And I doubt it would be hideous. You made this bracelet, after all, and I love it. You have a great sense of style.